Rain streaming
Rain streaming
Rain streaming down the window pane
Drops rolling down the Velux glass
Overlooking a saturated town
That hasn’t seen sunshine since summer.
Now is the winter of our wettest days
When cold grey clouds camp and overstay
Their welcome long worn out
Sodden streets glisten in the mist.
On days like this it seems impossible
To imagine sunny streets again
Heads looking down avoiding pools
With sturdy hats tied beneath our chins.
There is a rumor that the sun is shining
Two thousand miles from here
That children stream into the glare
Of sun when school is closing.
Hard to conceive or to believe,
That this small earth has people
Swimming in the winter sea
While we wrap our raincoats tighter.
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